Feathered fruit.

A short free verse story about the life my cat wishes she had.

Ears

pricked forward

leaves rustle 

breeze ruffles

her fur.

Stillness

she crouches

tail flicks

she picks 

the juiciest fruit.

Feathered fruit

ripe for the taking

it hops along branches

and she is racing - 

racing across the grass

she must fly past 

the lowest branches.

She springs from her haunches

cat flying, cat frenzied,

ball of fur ball of death

flying towards them - 

they scream!

The kill is clean.

She lands,

four paws stand

back on the earth.

Now a dearth

of juicy feathered fruit

in the tree.